Felicia pulled out a bottle of red wine and put it on the table.

"This won't end up well.."

||If you're willing to RP, feel free to text me!

Felicia plummeted into an armchair, grabbed a photo from the nearby table stared at it for while, hands slightly shaking.

Opens her eyes, glances at the clock, rolls her eyes and falls asleep again.

"It's been a while."

|| to delete the acc or not.........

"knock knock"

|| I guess, Happy Halloween?..

Covers her face with a blanket and hides away from the light.

•| WHAT'S HAPPENED TO PETER WHY DOESN'T HE LOOK LIKE HIMSELF—

"Stylish. Smokin' Sexy Style, if you ask me."

"I haven't yet spilled my tea over anything."

"Merry Christmas?.. I guess..? "

"Peter, I promise, I won't ask questions..."

Felicia heard quiet rustling and propped herself up on the couch, "Peter?" she called weakly, trying to focus.

"Hey, Peter," she smiled, "You aren't even late tonight."

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